Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Those words are like a strand of spider silk hanging down from hell, no matter how slender and precarious it looks, it is the only way to the outside world for the desperate people, exuding a seductive glow in the darkness of the night Light.

Then, almost without hesitation, Kurihara suddenly stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped the faint possibility that might disappear at any time.

"I'm going to stop Mr. Dean."

The tighter his nerves were, the more expressionless his face became. Fortunately, the flickering madness in his eyes supported his whole body, making him look less like a doll with exquisite workmanship but lifeless. Otherwise, when his lips kept opening and closing Sometimes it really made the bystanders suspect that he was being pulled by the invisible lifting thread before he could squeeze out a hoarse voice from between his teeth, "You have done so many willful things, and you dare to come to see me as if nothing happened, and say Sweet words that confuse people's hearts..."

That's really cunning, Mr. Mori.

No wonder he has to be tested again and again to force him to make a decision... If he is interested in the leader, will Mr. Dean use the same show operation to start the "I play myself" stand-in script mode?Anyway, the two-in-one can be accepted even if the stuffing is missing in the end.

I really don't know whether to say I am overconfident or overcautious.

In short, the other party never regarded him as someone who could be discussed, and only wanted to arrange everything so that he could indulge in it comfortably...

His mood became more and more complicated, like overturning a seasoning jar, the ups and downs came to his heart together, and in the end it only converged into a firm remark that could not tell the difference between joy and anger: "When we meet again, I must beat him hard One punch."

For an extremist whose cooking skills are over the top, it takes courage to make such a determination.

Although he was happy to see the situation where the teacher was about to overturn, Osamu Dazai, who also did not do good things, felt guilty for a moment, and felt a little empathetic for some reason—after all, he seemed to have entrapped two disciples in different worlds, let alone being extreme Akutagawa Ryunosuke, even the gentle and cowardly Atsushi Nakajima would want to punch him in the face, right?

The first-level mess maker couldn't help turning his head, pretending to admire the scenery on the horizon.

"I need Dazai-kun's help."

Fortunately, the pink-haired boy focused all his attention on other places, and didn't have time to interpret his mood swings, otherwise he would very likely exercise the right to beat up his mentor (?) for his friends.Maybe it was really (temporarily) freed from the shackles of the love brain, and Kurihara's thoughts became clear again, and at this moment he asked: "In my current state, I can't exert [-]% of my power, so I have to return to my body to do it." Yes. In order to prevent Mr. Mori from setting any restrictions on me, please wait for me to recap the key points of this round of events when I wake up, and..."

While speaking, he threw up the otaku (head) male (collar) version of Osamu Dazai who was peeking at his back before, and began to move quickly towards the target place again.

The suddenly intensified whistling wind merged with what he said, and was smoothly sent to the ears of the humanoid bug who was enjoying the back-to-back service.

"——Afterwards, the [job agency] I will switch will come with a frenzied debuff, please help me remove it at the critical moment, Dazai-kun. Speaking of which, if I punch you in the face while frantic, right? Can it automatically eliminate the negative status? Ah, thinking about it this way, your ability is really useful."

"..." The humanoid pendant whose smile gradually froze.

——In the end, wouldn't he still have to be beaten together? !Although there seems to be no wrongdoing, please allow him to solemnly refuse!

Two heart players of the same attribute pitted each other, did not delay doing business, and could let go of their grievances (?) in the middle to discuss the next route.

Due to the refreshing of the known information, Kurihara Wataru was able to keep up with the same kind of thinking. Now he directly changed the destination from the "main control room" to the "observation platform", and rushed into it with a bandage monster as light as a reed on his back. In the elevator, press the button marked with the highest floor.

The non-stop floating shadows slid across their faces layer by layer like scanning, adding to the tense atmosphere virtually.

But for two well-informed heart players, nervousness is an extremely rare emotion. It is obviously not appropriate to describe the special substance that is lingering in the heart at this time. It is better to give it the concept of "before the game opens". more correct.

——Life checkpoints are like a gamble, you can only win but not lose.

Even if the hole cards in their hands cannot be 100% sure of victory, there is still a certain risk, and they must be thrown on the table, and they cannot be cowards who retreat from the battle, otherwise they will not even have the qualification to announce the final result.

With a crisp sound of "Ding Dong", the iron gate slowly opened to both sides, revealing the wonderful scenery from the high place.

At the same time, the orange-haired boy who was guarding the treasure dragon turned his head vigilantly and looked at the intruders who dared to break into his territory, as if he was ready to strike at any time.But after seeing the face of the visitor clearly, the stern look in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise, and then turned into complete sluggishness, and he couldn't help but repeatedly confirm the scene in front of him.

"Kurihara and Dazai, why are you together? Who is the guy that the boss entrusted to me to take care of... No, is it the enemy's cover-up?"

"If you doubt my identity, why not come and try the power of "Disqualification in the World", anyway, my ability cannot be faked and copied. "

Switching to the young version of Osamu Dazai, I am afraid that he has already started the mocking mode, saying some annoying things like "slugs are as brainless as ever", and the black-haired boy who appeared in front of him has a (slightly) mature inner Those who are superior to Xin naturally know when to do serious things, so they give up the fun of beating their deadly enemies.

Sadly, though, the victims who are often at the bottom of the conversation are apparently so used to their rivals talking shit that it now fuels their suspicions.

"Are you really Dazai? How do you think..."

"He's been beaten by the society and he's turned back to good, Mr. Zhongyuan."

The pink-haired boy still uses the honorifics he is familiar with, but the difference is that he has replaced them with male-specific vocabulary, which once again shakes his three views that are constantly shaking today, causing him to almost lose his ability to respond. He watched Xiao Fenmao get into the sleepy body, and then slowly sat up.

Even if Mr. Chief has helped to make a temporary bandage, there is no way to relieve the pain the body has suffered, so as soon as he returned to the original body, even the experienced Kurihara couldn't help but groan, deeply tasted the pain. The aftermath of suicide.

After the fermentation of time, the wound that seemed narrow but extended to the heart has intensified a lot. Purely from the sensory experience, it is similar to a long sword that has not been drawn out in the chest. There was a danger of blood collapse, which made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Hoo, hoo... Damn..."

"It seems that sometimes it's not a good thing to be too professional."

The real suicide enthusiast walked up to him, staring deeply at the place that had been properly handled, a dark color that implied inexplicable emotions flashed in the exposed iris-colored right eye, and his tone was softer than before After a few minutes, there was an illusion of tenderness inadvertently, "Those who hate pain had better not try it casually, otherwise when they wake up, I'm afraid they will regret it..."

"Let's, don't, just say it..." Kurihara Tsubasa clenched his teeth, trying his best to suppress the rapid wheezing in his nasal cavity, and he didn't even have extra time to wipe the fine cold sweat from his forehead.

It's ridiculous to say that in the past, he has experienced several years of survival tests and suffered countless pains, but he has never been penetrated for a moment. Who knows that the future him will fall into his own hands-but his [Priest] The job description can only be used in the direction of helping teammates, and there is no way to heal himself, otherwise the pain that can be relieved in a few minutes would not be so difficult for him to bear.

You know, he is going to find Mr. Dean and Mr. Chief...

I don't know if he was reminded, or he recovered from his fugue, the black-haired boy took the initiative to stretch out his hand, so that he could use his strength to stand up and adapt to the broken body in front of him as quickly as possible.

"You'd better not move around, the wound will easily continue to worsen." Zhongyuan Zhong, who was in charge of taking care of him, probably intuitively judged that they were not enemies pretending to be impostors, so he hurried forward to help him The other arm stopped it disapprovingly: "Leave us to deal with the outside affairs, you are very weak...cough, I mean, there is no shortage of people to the extent that girls are required to go to the battlefield, so you You can continue to rest, anyway, you will be able to go out soon."

"Hey, girl——" Osamu Dazai subconsciously glanced at the flat chest of the person next to him, making sure that there was no cover-up, and then looked at his rival with sympathetic eyes, keeping the principle that silence is golden.

Well, it is better to take care of the slug's poor brain capacity at a critical moment, otherwise it is easy to lose a useful general.

And the big man in women's clothing who deceived the pure boy's heart obviously didn't have time to think too much, he waved his hand immediately, forcibly broke free from the help of two humanoid crutches, and then pressed the gauze wrapped on his chest through his coat, and responded as calmly and handsomely as possible: "It's just a fatal injury, and it's nothing compared to Mr. Mori's safety. With Mr. Zhongyuan's temperament, it's impossible to watch the whole process, and I just stand by and watch it... Am I right?"

"When necessary, of course I..." The young militant faction subconsciously got into the trap of language, but stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and changed his words slightly: "I am me, you are you, how can they be confused? Talk. If you are really worried, I can go out to help now, lest you die if you forcefully go out."

Now, he finds that ordinary persuasion has no effect at all, so he can only use simple and rude remarks to dispel the enthusiasm of the other party, which inevitably shows a sense of inhuman discrimination.

To his surprise, the guy he named and criticized was not shocked, but nodded in approval.

"Then please, Mr. Nakahara, come with us. I guess Mr. Mori should have brought another Dazai-kun into the "amusement park", which is enough to deal with the next runaway situation. "

"What does another Dazai mean, and rampage..."

"Don't talk too much about tactics with Zhong Ye, otherwise he will easily ask questions, and he won't be able to figure out what's going on for a long time."

Facing the pure fighting faction of his former partner and later bodyguard, Osamu Dazai couldn't restrain his instinct of belittling and suppressing. He looked at his blue eyes that gradually grew angry with a look of caring for a fool, and said with compassion: "Someone Sometimes, you are more difficult to use than Akutagawa, should you review yourself a little? Well, are you guilty of telling the truth these days, don’t stare at me, just obey the command honestly.”

"Hey! If the enemy is not present, I will definitely beat you into a mackerel cake and throw you into the sewer!"

"Okay, then after the 'entertainment project' is over, 'I' is at your disposal... Well, the premise is that you can catch it." Relying on his youthful youthful face, he crazily helped "myself" Osamu Dazai, a parallel world that pulls hatred, made an appointment without any guilt, and had no intention of showing mercy at all.

——When the other "self" is being chased by the little dwarf and running around, you can secretly go to Odasaku... Well, it's worth taking a look.

After making up his mind, he looked critically at the orange-haired boy who was almost in a state of anger, and added like alms: "So, let's put personal grievances aside, Chuya. Because Kurihara-kun needs to maintain his physical strength , it is up to you to carry me into the battlefield...don't refuse, if I don't have my ability to help you block the erosion of the fog, there will be two more enemies before you walk over."

"Unless you prefer to hold hands with Dazai-kun, or choose to hug the princess, otherwise, you should accept the fact." Kurihara, who had barely adjusted his state, pretended to be sympathetic, seeing the former temporary owner fell into a relationship with himself just now. Same death occasion.

Is there really anyone in the world who is willing to fall in love with the black mud spirit?It is estimated that it is difficult to find a respectable warrior who is not afraid of death and does not despise him.

The delicate (?) Mao Mao, who was thinking about meeting the super owner, said that she had something to say: "If it weren't for the situation, do you think I would take a ride with a man! Don't be verbose, be careful, I will regret it later , don’t follow it!”

"Hateful guy..."

Selling his labor and soul would be cast aside, the orange-haired boy resisted the urge to hit someone with itchy fists, put the humanoid burden on his back with a dark face, then stretched his arms, and gestured uncomfortably: "To save time, You, let me carry you over."

"Mr. Zhongyuan is simply the number one kindest person in the world!" Unlike his kind who are good at killing, the pink-haired fairy cat has always been sweet-mouthed and coquettish, and is very popular. Naturally, the black-haired boy muttered "slug" What a double standard" complained, unceremoniously took the same type of human-powered rocking car, and headed towards the finish line together.

I have to mention that Zhongyuan Zhongye, who is the number one master of physical arts in Hong Kong and black, even though he is a little short in stature, his strength is by no means limited. He can walk like flying with two cats hanging in front of him. The ground carries a weight that does not belong to me, and there is little bumps on the way. The ride experience is definitely a five-star praise.

But unfortunately, the two cat owners who have their own breeders still can't help but imagine another picture-oh, I really want Oda Saku/Mr. Mori to be a rocking car...

Contrary to the leisurely status quo of the foreign aid, at this time, under the control of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the so-called "supernatural singularity" has already changed from a dazzling red light to a huge dragon shape.

It is obviously made of intangible things, but it has a lifelike and terrifying appearance and hard scales. Once it gently scrapes the surrounding buildings, it will instantly reduce the houses and amusement facilities to ashes, and even the road paving. Stepping stones are no more than a handful of useless dust.

The "world" created with "books" is just like the projection outside, and even stronger than real buildings. I never thought it would still be so vulnerable.

That is obviously not a supernatural creature that can be contended with with a human body.

Even the gods who have killed countless evil spirits are now holding a brand-new artifact standing not far from it, and they are still as small as a grain of blue gravel, with a height gap that cannot be seen directly.Seeing this, the red-haired man who followed behind him scratched the back of his head with his backhand, and let out a sigh of emotion beyond the situation: "If it swallows it in one gulp, I don't know if it can reach the core faster..."

"The experience of being swallowed will be terrible, I suggest you give up."

Yetou's reliable aura that had just been propped up couldn't help but fail at his suggestion, he quickly waved his arms, and described vividly: "It's easy to be stuck by sticky things. If I get infected with evil spirits, I will It will not only be troublesome to take time to clean it up for you, but the picture will also become very bad!"

"It turns out that I was taught."

"You're going to make a fuss..."

Being used to being active, he rarely encounters such "disgraceful" idiots, and at this moment he couldn't help but suspect that it might be a mistake to bring them here.However, considering that the entire "amusement park" has been turned into a field of mist, and only around me can leave a piece of pure land for customers, I endured a strong sense of powerlessness, cheered up and said: "Be sure to follow Keep my pace, otherwise if something goes wrong, I won't provide after-sales——service——!”

Before he finished speaking, his whole body turned into a swift flash of lightning, soaring straight up into the sky, and then he swung the long knife in his hand, which was very suitable for the height of the artifact, and slashed down towards the dragon's head!

"boom--!!!"

Just like two heavy-duty mechs made of steel collided in the air, the moment the two sides overlapped, there was an astonishing reverberation, piercing the eardrums of the onlookers deafeningly, causing a sharp buzzing sound in the brain , causing a sharp physiological tingling sensation.

Even if you desperately cover your ears with your hands, it can't reduce the damage it has already generated.

On the contrary, the god in the center of the battlefield was indifferent to this, and exerted a strong sense of pressure downwards with a sharp weapon as usual, breaking open the front end of the dragon's brain, opening a narrow slit for itself in the bone-like hard part, A golden-red mist with the same color as the lava flows out.

"It looks bluffing and terrible, but in fact..."

Seeing it continue to crack under his own attack, he ignored the fact that his right hand was so numb that he was about to lose strength, covered the other hand behind and continued to pressurize, and slashed towards the expanding wound with all his strength. , "It's not as hard as chopping a fish! Don't underestimate the power of sending gods!"

"Bang, bang!" Thanks to his brute strength, the seemingly hot mist gushed out of the giant dragon's brain one after another, squeezing the gap, and let out a roar that seemed to be mourning.

At the same time, the hard shell was finally breached by this blow, and immediately after that, the sharp blade seemed to be blessed, and split open the torso connected under its head.

Perhaps the hardest substance was placed between the foreheads. After adapting to the impact, the next dissecting action was really indescribably smooth. It slid down to the bottom in almost a blink of an eye, toward the bottom. The figure below reveals a passage that was forcibly opened.

"It seems to have a room in its belly!"

Yato, who was leading the battle, did not take back his long knife to rest for a while, but kept his movement unchanged, turned his head hastily and announced loudly: "The 'dragon' will not dissipate until the main messenger there is not punished, I You must stay outside and continue to fight it, and I will leave the rest to you to solve by yourself!"

Without the entanglement of the domestic cat, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who is also a martial artist, naturally bears the brunt of it, striding in the direction he directed.As for Oda Sakunosuke, who was in charge of protecting his immediate boss, he was a step behind and followed the black-haired man to prevent any sudden ambush from appearing.

"Seamless Clothes", which can predict the future for five seconds, is undoubtedly the most convenient ability for protecting safety. For top killers who have worked in the dark, they are already familiar with similar activities.

With a reliable guard like him, Mr. Chief is even more comfortable, and he can take the time to look towards the foggy area behind him, looking around at the doomsday-like scene.

I don't know whether it is a tacit understanding or the five senses are too sensitive, when the red-haired man also turned his head, a few familiar figures suddenly appeared in the sight of the two.It was like a watercolor that was accidentally dripped, and it stood out in the smoky white world, causing them to recognize the identity of the person at a glance.

Before the men could speak, the two felines hitchhiking on the rickshaw swished to the ground and rushed towards the coveted breeder.

But in the end, there are still some differences. Compared with the same kind who have been familiar with Mori Ogai in this world, the black-haired boy with a young shell can't help but walk full of footsteps, and he doesn't have the courage to ask someone, so he can only helplessly. Seeing that Kurihara took the lead in enjoying the pleasure of cat sucking people.

"Mr. Mori! Have you ever thought about...uh, it hurts..."

No matter how much resentment you have in your heart, as soon as you see the face that belongs to Mori Ogai, the little pink hair with a super-cooking power will lose all resistance, and you can't wait to roll into the arms of the elderly and take a good breath to make up for what you lost Ability.But before that, before he successfully touched someone, the wound on his chest produced a chain reaction in the running movement, causing him to suffocate in pain, and instinctively squatted down to endure the aftermath of the pain that kept rising.

If it weren't for the special circumstances, Mr. Chief, who is good at pain education, really wanted to watch him suffer the consequences with a cold eye, so he would learn a lesson after a long time, and play some kind of suicide and devotion drama.

——If he expressed distress, this little guy would definitely push his nose on his face...

Although he believed so in his heart, he told himself that the situation was compelling, so he successfully got rid of the cruel thoughts that slipped through his mind for a second, reached out and hugged the cat owner who was nestled into a small ball, and looked down at the cat in his arms. In a human state, he sighed and said, "Mr. She's wound is bleeding..."

"This kind of level is simply, drizzle~"

The type who usually likes to be coquettish and obedient may like to be brave at critical moments, hiding their most vulnerable side to avoid worrying from those who care, and deliberately lengthening the ending sound, showing a bit of a relaxed look.But as the gaze from above gradually intensified, the smile on his lips could no longer be held, and he had to change the subject awkwardly: "Compared to my question, Mr. Sen is more dangerous, I advise you not to go in ..."

"Some things are unavoidable, Mr. She. Besides, do you think 'he' will give me a chance to leave?" The black-haired man helped him close his wide neckline, and uttered interrogative sentences in a declarative manner, obviously It was because he already had a conclusion in his heart, so he just put it on the surface and told him.

He couldn't hold back his expression at all, his thin lips were pursed tightly, drawn into a thin straight line.

As a standard chef who has been observing and admiring his own dean, how can he not understand the truth: once Mori Ogai has decided on something, no one can change his mind.Looking at it now, no matter which world you are in or what kind of growth experience you have, the result is the same.

But the part he is obsessed with includes this unshakable persistence, so there is no way to deny its existence.

"Your She should have understood a long time ago, but he just doesn't want to admit the conclusion that 'the two of us can only survive one of us'."

Speaking of the terrifying lines, Mr. First’s expression remained calm and calm, showing no signs of panic at all, and he still lowered his voice and said persuasively: “But don’t forget, I am an independent individual living in this world, and You shouldn't make room for intruders... Mr. She thinks so too, so he's persuading me to leave quickly."

"——I'm very glad that you can stand in my position and think for me." The demagogic whispers harassed the ear pinna continuously, causing waves of trembling.

Kurihara couldn't help shrinking his neck, and spent a lot of effort to control the urge to fall down and then obey his words.

——Sure enough, he couldn't resist the charm of any Mr. Mori...

"I do care about your safety, and I don't want to see your life taken away, but..." No matter how shaken his heart is, he now understands that this is definitely not an occasion that he can handle vaguely, so he raised his face and stood firm He denied it: "But I understand very well that you are different from the Mr. Dean whom I like. As you said, you are a completely independent individual."

As a scumbag who is used to living with various temporary owners, for the first time, he no longer maintains an ambiguous state, but expresses his heart very calmly, and puts his hard-won thoughts in the sunlight Let others watch his inner world.

Because liking someone's mood is something that doesn't need to be concealed at all, is something to be ashamed of, or can be exchanged for benefits, but something that can be clean, can be shown off to everyone, and is a lucky thing that can be blessed.

Facing the face he loves, his eyes are more pure and clear than before, just like the surface of a calm sea, shimmering and showing his own beauty.

But the man he was watching was enough to fully understand at this moment that even though he coveted the treasure under the sea and tried his best to dig out his beauty, he had never really owned him at any moment, and at best he was just lingering. Just passing by.

"I like... No, I love Mr. Dean deeply."

The eyes of the young man who uttered the word "love" from his mouth for the first time were shining, and the cheeks that were originally lacking in blood were also slightly rosy, glowing with infinite joy.That appearance far exceeds every minute and every second in the past, with amazing vitality and beauty, as if it is illuminated by its own sun, thus generating an inexhaustible powerful motivation.

"I used to think that I could die for him, but now I want to live with him. It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I finally understand that facing death alone is far easier than being left alone Much worse, I can't leave the man who also loves me deeply to wander in the world in pain, so I have to work harder to live on."

"—Not even the gods can separate us again."